Under My Bed

Now my eyes are wide open Now that everything's been stolen And I'm here to get it back from you See I ain't wasting no more time I gotta take back what's mine What else am I supposed to do? Here I am With my heart on the floor And my love out the door You should be knocking But there it goes I got nothing to show for Except pictures I posed for But I keep them in a box under my bed I told you time and again That you'd never win I told you time and again But you keep doing the same old thing When I thought that you would change I told you time and again Here I am With my heart on the floor And my love out the door You should be knocking But there it goes I got nothing to show for Except pictures I posed for But I keep them in a box under my bed Here I am With my heart on the floor And my love out the door There it goes I got nothing to show for Except pictures I posed for Here I am With my heart on the floor And my love out the door You should be knocking But there it goes I got nothing to show for Except pictures I posed for But I keep them in a box under my bed Here I am With my heart on the floor And my love out the door You should be knocking But there it goes I got nothing to show for Except pictures I posed for But I keep them in a box under my bed